Rememberest the lilies-of-the-valley, fair My Love, I sent thee when thy years were seventeen, or not above; Dainty, pearly, dewdrop rows Swung on airy emerald bows; Rememberest the lilies-of-the-valley, fair, My Love? I offer now the dear, spring-telling pasque flower of the snow; May it prove thy day's enchantment truly, for I know These buds, warm robed in silver fur, These lavender satin beauties, bear E'en more of lover's wooing than the lilies long ago. The days are swifter now but sweeter far, O fair My Love; There's solace in their passing to the heights we view above. For as life's trail grows the steeper Love's bright fire burns richer, deeper; Praise to thee, O faithful Keeper of the Fire, fair My Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER THE MAID'S REMONSTRANCE by THOMAS CAMPBELL MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |